tampa's Revenge
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GCast, This journal is in fact a work of art.
Well that excludes the bits where people try to inject facts about Woodies behaviour, possible facts suggesting that Gio never posts a trade entry, and opinions about how much e-signal is paying Earl.
And jimmy said it best when you criticized his journal ""GCast," no need for ignorant comments, suck it."
MarkB, You will have to try harder than that. The game has lifted since I achieved the shift to chitchat with the last "Warning about Woodie" thread so you will have to try much harder
- I am sure the moderators are not so easily fooled this time (plus you need to do a lot of pro Woodie posts to achieve that - LOL).
Stay off the facts guys. Tampa's journal is both a journal of his experiences and a work of art. Entertain us Tampa.
Well that excludes the bits where people try to inject facts about Woodies behaviour, possible facts suggesting that Gio never posts a trade entry, and opinions about how much e-signal is paying Earl.
And jimmy said it best when you criticized his journal ""GCast," no need for ignorant comments, suck it."
MarkB, You will have to try harder than that. The game has lifted since I achieved the shift to chitchat with the last "Warning about Woodie" thread so you will have to try much harder
- I am sure the moderators are not so easily fooled this time (plus you need to do a lot of pro Woodie posts to achieve that - LOL). Stay off the facts guys. Tampa's journal is both a journal of his experiences and a work of art. Entertain us Tampa.
So whoâs your guru? You do have one, right?
The market is dead, and I got to doing something I donât often do â be honest with myself. Now thatâs a strange thing to say, because I pride myself in how open I can be. But I guess we all have skeletons in our closets â our trading closets â that we try to deny.
My first âguruâ wasnât a person at all â it was a machine â an Apple II+, and the first real trading software package, CompuTrac. It was going to make me rich â but I was the poorer for it.
Then I latched on to a dead man â W.D. Gann. You know, there are times I almost think I understood a lot of it. But he was just the first in a long line of gurus who would steal my heart. Jake Bernstein (sp?) â I had all 643 of his books, Joe DiNapoli, Larry Pasavento (sp?) â the astro guy, Joe Ross, and the boys at Pristine. None of these were passing fancies â there were plenty of them â like Alex Elder, and LBR - â no, these gurus and I had long term affairs.
I try not to think about how much I believed in these men. How much of my life was spent in study and devotion to the various methods and approaches â it is both sad and embarrassing.
Each was going to provide me with the key to unlock the mystery. I read every word, studied every nuance, and faithfully applied what I thought was the missing piece to the puzzle that so eluded me. I was crestfallen when one by one I had to abandon my dreams â abandon one guru for the next.
I am not a stupid man â I have had very considerable success in my professional life. My trading life has been one of frustration, futility, and abject failure. It kills me. It hurts sometimes more than words can ever convey.
So a couple of years ago I slowly came to the realization that I had to start from scratch. You see, this is my dream â it has nothing to do with the money, it has to do with being able to just do it. So Iâve gone back to square one. There are no more gurus â my bookshelves have been cleaned out â there are no seminars on my calendar. Once I traded five-lots of the big S&P â now Iâve just stepped up to three YM contracts. The illusions, the fantasies, and the blind ambition have all been replaced with what I hope is stark reality.
Sometimes I just hate what trading has done to me â if only it were not the love of my lifeâ¦
The market is dead, and I got to doing something I donât often do â be honest with myself. Now thatâs a strange thing to say, because I pride myself in how open I can be. But I guess we all have skeletons in our closets â our trading closets â that we try to deny.
My first âguruâ wasnât a person at all â it was a machine â an Apple II+, and the first real trading software package, CompuTrac. It was going to make me rich â but I was the poorer for it.
Then I latched on to a dead man â W.D. Gann. You know, there are times I almost think I understood a lot of it. But he was just the first in a long line of gurus who would steal my heart. Jake Bernstein (sp?) â I had all 643 of his books, Joe DiNapoli, Larry Pasavento (sp?) â the astro guy, Joe Ross, and the boys at Pristine. None of these were passing fancies â there were plenty of them â like Alex Elder, and LBR - â no, these gurus and I had long term affairs.
I try not to think about how much I believed in these men. How much of my life was spent in study and devotion to the various methods and approaches â it is both sad and embarrassing.
Each was going to provide me with the key to unlock the mystery. I read every word, studied every nuance, and faithfully applied what I thought was the missing piece to the puzzle that so eluded me. I was crestfallen when one by one I had to abandon my dreams â abandon one guru for the next.
I am not a stupid man â I have had very considerable success in my professional life. My trading life has been one of frustration, futility, and abject failure. It kills me. It hurts sometimes more than words can ever convey.
So a couple of years ago I slowly came to the realization that I had to start from scratch. You see, this is my dream â it has nothing to do with the money, it has to do with being able to just do it. So Iâve gone back to square one. There are no more gurus â my bookshelves have been cleaned out â there are no seminars on my calendar. Once I traded five-lots of the big S&P â now Iâve just stepped up to three YM contracts. The illusions, the fantasies, and the blind ambition have all been replaced with what I hope is stark reality.
Sometimes I just hate what trading has done to me â if only it were not the love of my lifeâ¦
THIS IS NOT A DISCUSSION, THIS IS A JOURNAL, THAT IS CALLING TRADES AND DISCUSSING THEM.
So Iâm sitting at the local tavern â Iâm feeling about as poor as a man can feel. Itâs been a rough couple of weeks, what with being tossed out of the Club, encountering the wrath of that woman from Connecticut, and everything.
Even the guys around the bar are giving me a hard time. MarkB is sitting across from me, and he keeps asking of no one in particular: âSo when did they start letting trash in here?â ElectricSavant is standing behind me, making faces, and flipping me the bird.
It was then that the bouncer, Magna The Wise, left his post at the front door, and sat down beside me. He said: ââYou know, the guys want me to throw you out of hereâ. I said: âGo ahead, everyone else has shown me the door.â
But he went on to say: âLook tampa, I think you add some class to the joint, I think you have a story to tell.â ElectricSavant yelled across the room: âSo let him write a book.â Then he added sarcastically: âIâll buy a copy.â No one paid attention to the obvious slight.
Magna The Wise put his arm around me, and started to say something, but was interrupted by a ruckus over in the corner. With the front door left unguarded, the neighborhood low life, Mister Subliminal, had snuck in, and was going from patron to patron asking for spare change. Magna rushed off to quell the disturbance.
It was then that Samson77 came over and said: âJust apologize, just say that youâre sorry,â I said: âTo who? For what?â Samson77 said: âto anyone, to everyone, apologize, apologize, apologizeâ¦â His voice tailed off as the attendants from the home caught up with the neighborhood do-gooder, and were dragging him away.
A few moments went by, and I decided to head for home. I passed angela on my way out. She tucked a pamphlet in to my shirt pocket promoting some adult literacy program. As I made my way down the street, I crumpled it, and tossed it into the gutter.
Even the guys around the bar are giving me a hard time. MarkB is sitting across from me, and he keeps asking of no one in particular: âSo when did they start letting trash in here?â ElectricSavant is standing behind me, making faces, and flipping me the bird.
It was then that the bouncer, Magna The Wise, left his post at the front door, and sat down beside me. He said: ââYou know, the guys want me to throw you out of hereâ. I said: âGo ahead, everyone else has shown me the door.â
But he went on to say: âLook tampa, I think you add some class to the joint, I think you have a story to tell.â ElectricSavant yelled across the room: âSo let him write a book.â Then he added sarcastically: âIâll buy a copy.â No one paid attention to the obvious slight.
Magna The Wise put his arm around me, and started to say something, but was interrupted by a ruckus over in the corner. With the front door left unguarded, the neighborhood low life, Mister Subliminal, had snuck in, and was going from patron to patron asking for spare change. Magna rushed off to quell the disturbance.
It was then that Samson77 came over and said: âJust apologize, just say that youâre sorry,â I said: âTo who? For what?â Samson77 said: âto anyone, to everyone, apologize, apologize, apologizeâ¦â His voice tailed off as the attendants from the home caught up with the neighborhood do-gooder, and were dragging him away.
A few moments went by, and I decided to head for home. I passed angela on my way out. She tucked a pamphlet in to my shirt pocket promoting some adult literacy program. As I made my way down the street, I crumpled it, and tossed it into the gutter.
Oh... so this is the duty of the moderator...what a two-faced, joker Magna is, if this is true...
But he went on to say: âLook tampa, I think you add some class to the joint
Tampa, How could a guy like you with the obvious talent that you have get sucked into the Woodie cult? Seriously....This banning from the "good woodie" is the best thing that could of happened to you...Besides with friends like us here in ET, you can't lose....
Don't worry you won't get sued....Christians do not sue each other...(Woodie skirms in his seat)
The morning mail brought a letter from a Phoenix law firm representing a certain well known chat room. Apparently the operator of said chat room is quaking in his boots, and wants to negotiate my return.
Michael B.
This Journal is lot of fun. I will post my trades in Chit Chat where they belong anyways...lo....l
But he went on to say: âLook tampa, I think you add some class to the joint
Tampa, How could a guy like you with the obvious talent that you have get sucked into the Woodie cult? Seriously....This banning from the "good woodie" is the best thing that could of happened to you...Besides with friends like us here in ET, you can't lose....
Don't worry you won't get sued....Christians do not sue each other...(Woodie skirms in his seat)
The morning mail brought a letter from a Phoenix law firm representing a certain well known chat room. Apparently the operator of said chat room is quaking in his boots, and wants to negotiate my return.
Michael B.
This Journal is lot of fun. I will post my trades in Chit Chat where they belong anyways...lo....l
Friendship is such a wonderful thing. It can be born in the most unlikely places. Tampa, we love you so much that we dont want you to go to places where we know it is bad for you. So stay here and we will give you endless side-cheering. In addition, we will always tell you that you are RIGHT as long as you dont go to the places that we know its bad for you What? You want more? from us? What insight? What method? You ungrateful @#$%^! Go take a flying leap into the ....
Darn, press the wrong button, hang over. Darn, darn, darn... I've just made a boat loads of friends
Darn, press the wrong button, hang over. Darn, darn, darn... I've just made a boat loads of friends
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